Devin The Dude - Motha lyrics

[Devin] Boog, weed, sess, skunk, pine, k, reefer, dank Sell ya boy a plump dime k**a, herb, gra**, coffee, pot We gotta get some mo' because this O is all we got Smokin' everyday I can't let go Rollin' perfect Sweets, I mean perfecto Neighbours they say they smell this sh** from next do' And they keep me outa they house because they know I'ma fiend Last month I pawned 17 sewing machines Took the money to my Mexican patner his names Malito (What's up wetback? [- ?spanish?] We go way back, we'd lay back in his crib and get drunk He always keeps some sess, but see sometimes he get's skunk And he calls me when he get it, cus he know I'm wit it And he tell me that's it's good but I'll believe it when I hit it I'll show up with a cigar and then he bring out this bong And before we get high we start singin' this song [Hook] Love the good motha Muy bien marijuana Love the good reefa Cannabis sativa Love the good motha Muy bien marijuana Love the good reefa Cannabis sativa (cheeba cheeba) Smokin' weed really ain't nothin' to brag about Unless ya got friends like mine, look at this big bag I got Straight from Jamaica from that n***a Naughty Dread He got some sh** with just one hit I bet yo' eyes get red And he call his weed cali, smoke it in the chalis "Take ya shoes off boy and try not to be careless" We be jammin' to the reggae music feelin' every note Both of our heads boppin' while we eatin' curried goat and he say "Hey mon, pa** dat motherf**a dis way mon" I'm blowed, he blowed, we high He got pounds of weed in the other room, knee high And my n***a ain't greedy, he gives to the needy He put me down with weed and I hook him up with beaties We be trippin' off people who think weed makes you forget But you was...uh..sh** [Hook] n***az smokin' sweets, dimes, ounces to quarters We pa** the sess around in chronological order But when ain't nobody got no weed sh** seems to be hopeless I know an old school weed smoker named Keofris He always keep k**a cus all he do is roll jokers It's good for his cataracts and help him stay focused He say him and a couple of his friends back in the game They used to sing R & B the shoopdey doowop thing They had bowl cuts they eyes tight lookin' like Chinamen They had to switch up and change they name every now and then Finally tried to be theyself but people wouldn't accept it sh** started gettin' strange so they say f** it and left it He said, "Boy whatever ya do just keep goin' If weed helps ya with the music keep the Sweets blowin' One day you'll get some money, you can buy me some teeth I wanna see ya make it boy, ya kinda remind me of me Cus I love the reefer" Huh? What'd you say? "Cheeba cheeba" [Hook x2: Overlaps last bar] [Devin talking over hook] Pops you out Aw yeah, this for the, for the OG's who used to listen to The Ojays sh**, hell this even for the BG's [Devin sings hook in little Mexican voice til fade]